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XXI. THE PEACE OF UNDERSTANDING.
Here, as I watch the ceaseless ebb and flowOf these successive threateners of the land,
Spending their powers in vain, I understand
A little of the secret Peace must know;
Peace that o'erlooks all storms, feeling, below,
Her feet are firm upon His high command
Who set the ocean swinging, in Whose hand
The great moon-weights move steady to and fro.
The fierce sea-chargers, even as they curve
Their necks sink foam-flecked on their knees foredone,
So pride o'er-reaching falls before the goal:
And those battalions coming bravely on,
Shout though they may, they cannot shake the nerve
Of him who knows how far the waves may roll.
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